Post by stakey on Apr 3, 2009 15:52:30 GMT -5
Okay, well quite a while ago me and a friend decided to have a go at collaborating on a buffy fan/fic.
Well going off to Uni etc got in the way and we never got around to actually finishing the project which revolved around our scooby gang circa season 3 taking on some good ole greek mythology.
Iv been reading through some of these fanfics from alot of you guys and loving them and it inspired me to go back and look at the ill fated Narcissus Effect and repost the teaser me (and Lucy) put together but never finished. It still works as a one shot piece as the gang vs a group of demons however so even if I dont get around to finishing it off its still a fun short read I think.
anyway to the story! (and the promo banner we had made - thank you lior! - back then for it.)
“Okay, so…”
The darkness was almost overwhelming; each looming passageway holding secrets to what lay ahead, the sea of black within each giving no hint to what lay further down.
“Which one?” Willow’s panic was understandable as the war cries of numerous demons erupted behind them.
“We are so dead…” Xander muttered blackly as he turned to look at Buffy; with an expression on his face to urge her decision on. He could tell by the rhythmic nods of her head she was chanting ‘eni meani myni mo’ as she tried to pick which passageway to continue on through.
Giles, growing as desperate and impatient as those half his age, flung out his arm – pointing to the cavern on the far left;
“I say we go through here… now!”
The demons’ hunger for blood was getting more apparent the closer they got, and the Scooby Gang started forwards for the passageway, making tracks in a way in which they were (by now – damn that Buffy) accustomed.
“I advise that… you do not… look back!” Giles panted as he led the way; and it seemed as though everyone silently agreed as they broke into a dash. Call it ESP, call it Slayer-Sense, whatever…
“I wish you guys had warned me we were frigging’ demon hunting…! ‘Cause for your information, dresses… not the best fighting gear!” Cordelia yelped, her accent catching every accentuation even as she struggled onwards; attempting to pull her knee length dress up to give her legs some room to run as fast as she would have, given the situation she had found herself in, desired them to.
Buffy, sprinting flat out (came with the territory), looked wildly over her shoulder to see Cordelia lagging, a look of determination and yet near-defeat on her face. She rolled her eyes and ran back, hand outstretched for Cordelia to take.
She wasn’t risking Cordelia blaming her for her new dress getting wrecked.
“Hurry up! We need to get outta here!” The Slayer pleaded, stretching her slender fingers further still as the brunette reached out for her hand.
Too late.
The sound of the air surrounding them being disrupted by a flying blade announced itself to the Slayer, mere and yet priceless seconds before it did to the all-too-human Cordelia; and she flung her body at the former prom queen. The two of them tumbled to the floor in a mess of limbs. Perfectly trimmed, conditioned tresses tangled with not-so-immaculate blonde ones; Saks Fifth Avenue met Gap as Buffy’s ribcage smashed against Cordelia’s thigh; and shining, manicured fingernails flailed wildly as short, blunt ones scraped the ground for leverage.
The sword sprayed dirt and rock and shrapnel and dust everywhere as it connected with the ground where the two girls had been standing mere moments before.
Buffy quickly untangled herself from Cordelia and leapt to her feet, ignoring the other girl’s squeals of “My dress! My new dress!”; yanking the demon’s sword from the ground, Buffy flipped it over in her strong, supple grip and held it tightly before her chest, ready for battle. With relief, she noted that Giles, Xander and Willow had gotten well out of range, leaving her with only herself and Cordelia to worry about.
She grimaced, Cordelia’s shrieks reminding her of her own predicament.
Okay, so she’d ruined the new pink top her mom had bought for her; painful, but she’d live.
Five demons emerged from the threatening tunnel, slithering from the darkness like snakes from cold desert sand, each with a sinister smile on their deformed faces. They were clearly female, although “feminine” was not an adjective that Buffy would have applied to them. Messy uncouth black hair sprung from their skulls and finished around shoulder length, tailing and tangled across their hideous visages. Their fairly humanoid bodies were covered with bulging veins and deformities; raw scars, pockmarks, darker patches like liquid bruises beneath their skin. Their torsos were ribbed with what seemed to be fleshy bones but on the outside; some sort of natural body armor, which came complete with talons and a nasty looking pair of sharp teeth.
“Well, you girls won’t be winning the title of Miss Sunnydale anytime soon, will you?” Cordelia chimed in as she dragged her aching body up and gripping onto the dagger Giles had supplied her with before they left for this kamikaze mission.
As usual, Cordelia astounded Buffy – one minute screaming about her designer clothes, the next cool and calm and even sarcastic in front of a bunch of hissing, spitting she-demons.
“So ladies, let me lay this out for you,” the Slayer added casually, lowering her sword; let Cordelia lead the dance for as long as she was able, then. “I’ve been informed you have this little treasure trove hidden away down here in Sunnydale’s rather picturesque caves, and all I’m looking for is this teeny tiny little amulet that you apparently have.”
The demonesses, who stood in a surprisingly organized line, claws and teeth and god knows what else at the ready, only gnashed their fangs in defiance, uttering a chorused, uniform hiss.
“So I was thinking…” Buffy swung the sword in a loose circle as easily as though it were made of hollow plastic. “One of you couldn’t be a dear and run down there and go get it for me, so then all this will be over? I mean, I’d like this to be as easy as possible for all of us – between girls, you know? Whaddaya say?”
Buffy’s method of appeasement, mocking though it may have been, was clearly going nowhere as the demons began to walk forward, their gait lurching, unnatural – a look that clearly promised death etched onto their cruel, hard faces.
Cordelia turned to look at Buffy.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say… RUN!”
Thank you to anyone who gave it a read! We actually had loadsmore written but I have no idea what happened to it! It may be hiding somewhere on my home computer along with loads of myother fanfics which I wrote years ago. (including a random batman crossover I think.lol. Like I said...years ago!)
Cheers!
-James
Well going off to Uni etc got in the way and we never got around to actually finishing the project which revolved around our scooby gang circa season 3 taking on some good ole greek mythology.
Iv been reading through some of these fanfics from alot of you guys and loving them and it inspired me to go back and look at the ill fated Narcissus Effect and repost the teaser me (and Lucy) put together but never finished. It still works as a one shot piece as the gang vs a group of demons however so even if I dont get around to finishing it off its still a fun short read I think.
anyway to the story! (and the promo banner we had made - thank you lior! - back then for it.)
“Okay, so…”
The darkness was almost overwhelming; each looming passageway holding secrets to what lay ahead, the sea of black within each giving no hint to what lay further down.
“Which one?” Willow’s panic was understandable as the war cries of numerous demons erupted behind them.
“We are so dead…” Xander muttered blackly as he turned to look at Buffy; with an expression on his face to urge her decision on. He could tell by the rhythmic nods of her head she was chanting ‘eni meani myni mo’ as she tried to pick which passageway to continue on through.
Giles, growing as desperate and impatient as those half his age, flung out his arm – pointing to the cavern on the far left;
“I say we go through here… now!”
The demons’ hunger for blood was getting more apparent the closer they got, and the Scooby Gang started forwards for the passageway, making tracks in a way in which they were (by now – damn that Buffy) accustomed.
“I advise that… you do not… look back!” Giles panted as he led the way; and it seemed as though everyone silently agreed as they broke into a dash. Call it ESP, call it Slayer-Sense, whatever…
“I wish you guys had warned me we were frigging’ demon hunting…! ‘Cause for your information, dresses… not the best fighting gear!” Cordelia yelped, her accent catching every accentuation even as she struggled onwards; attempting to pull her knee length dress up to give her legs some room to run as fast as she would have, given the situation she had found herself in, desired them to.
Buffy, sprinting flat out (came with the territory), looked wildly over her shoulder to see Cordelia lagging, a look of determination and yet near-defeat on her face. She rolled her eyes and ran back, hand outstretched for Cordelia to take.
She wasn’t risking Cordelia blaming her for her new dress getting wrecked.
“Hurry up! We need to get outta here!” The Slayer pleaded, stretching her slender fingers further still as the brunette reached out for her hand.
Too late.
The sound of the air surrounding them being disrupted by a flying blade announced itself to the Slayer, mere and yet priceless seconds before it did to the all-too-human Cordelia; and she flung her body at the former prom queen. The two of them tumbled to the floor in a mess of limbs. Perfectly trimmed, conditioned tresses tangled with not-so-immaculate blonde ones; Saks Fifth Avenue met Gap as Buffy’s ribcage smashed against Cordelia’s thigh; and shining, manicured fingernails flailed wildly as short, blunt ones scraped the ground for leverage.
The sword sprayed dirt and rock and shrapnel and dust everywhere as it connected with the ground where the two girls had been standing mere moments before.
Buffy quickly untangled herself from Cordelia and leapt to her feet, ignoring the other girl’s squeals of “My dress! My new dress!”; yanking the demon’s sword from the ground, Buffy flipped it over in her strong, supple grip and held it tightly before her chest, ready for battle. With relief, she noted that Giles, Xander and Willow had gotten well out of range, leaving her with only herself and Cordelia to worry about.
She grimaced, Cordelia’s shrieks reminding her of her own predicament.
Okay, so she’d ruined the new pink top her mom had bought for her; painful, but she’d live.
Five demons emerged from the threatening tunnel, slithering from the darkness like snakes from cold desert sand, each with a sinister smile on their deformed faces. They were clearly female, although “feminine” was not an adjective that Buffy would have applied to them. Messy uncouth black hair sprung from their skulls and finished around shoulder length, tailing and tangled across their hideous visages. Their fairly humanoid bodies were covered with bulging veins and deformities; raw scars, pockmarks, darker patches like liquid bruises beneath their skin. Their torsos were ribbed with what seemed to be fleshy bones but on the outside; some sort of natural body armor, which came complete with talons and a nasty looking pair of sharp teeth.
“Well, you girls won’t be winning the title of Miss Sunnydale anytime soon, will you?” Cordelia chimed in as she dragged her aching body up and gripping onto the dagger Giles had supplied her with before they left for this kamikaze mission.
As usual, Cordelia astounded Buffy – one minute screaming about her designer clothes, the next cool and calm and even sarcastic in front of a bunch of hissing, spitting she-demons.
“So ladies, let me lay this out for you,” the Slayer added casually, lowering her sword; let Cordelia lead the dance for as long as she was able, then. “I’ve been informed you have this little treasure trove hidden away down here in Sunnydale’s rather picturesque caves, and all I’m looking for is this teeny tiny little amulet that you apparently have.”
The demonesses, who stood in a surprisingly organized line, claws and teeth and god knows what else at the ready, only gnashed their fangs in defiance, uttering a chorused, uniform hiss.
“So I was thinking…” Buffy swung the sword in a loose circle as easily as though it were made of hollow plastic. “One of you couldn’t be a dear and run down there and go get it for me, so then all this will be over? I mean, I’d like this to be as easy as possible for all of us – between girls, you know? Whaddaya say?”
Buffy’s method of appeasement, mocking though it may have been, was clearly going nowhere as the demons began to walk forward, their gait lurching, unnatural – a look that clearly promised death etched onto their cruel, hard faces.
Cordelia turned to look at Buffy.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say… RUN!”
Thank you to anyone who gave it a read! We actually had loadsmore written but I have no idea what happened to it! It may be hiding somewhere on my home computer along with loads of myother fanfics which I wrote years ago. (including a random batman crossover I think.lol. Like I said...years ago!)
Cheers!
-James
